حَيَاتِيmy life فِيin الْهَوَىlove تَلَفُruin
حَيَاتِي فِي الْهَوَى تَلَفُ
وَأَمْرِيand my state فِيهِin it مُخْتَلِفُunsettled
وَأَمْرِي فِيهِ مُخْتَلِفُ
My life is ruined by love,
My life is ruined by passion
And my state in it is unsettled.
And my affairs therein are confused
أَبِيتُI spend the night اللَّيْلَthe night مُكْتَئِباًdejected
أَبِيتُ اللَّيْلَ مُكْتَئِباً
وَقَلْبِيand my heart فِيin الْحَشَاthe breast يَجِفُpounds
وَقَلْبِي فِي الْحَشَا يَجِفُ
I spend the night dejected,
I spend the night depressed
And my heart pounds within my breast.
While my heart in solitude withers
فَنَوْمِيso my sleep كُلُّهُall of it سَهَرٌsleeplessness
فَنَوْمِي كُلُّهُ سَهَرٌ
وَعَيْشِيand my life كُلُّهُall of it أَسَفُsorrow
وَعَيْشِي كُلُّهُ أَسَفُ
So all my sleep is sleeplessness,
So my sleep is all wakefulness
And all my life is sorrow.
And my life entirely sorrow
وَمَاand what أُخْفِيهِI conceal it مِنْof وَجْدِيmy yearning
وَمَا أُخْفِيهِ مِنْ وَجْدِي
وَحُزْنِيand my sorrow فَوْقَbeyond مَاwhat أَصِفُI describe
وَحُزْنِي فَوْقَ مَا أَصِفُ
And what I conceal of my yearning
What I conceal of my love
and my sorrow is beyond what I can describe.
And my grief, more than I describe
فَهَلْis there, then مِنْany صَاحِبٍa friend يَرْثِيfeels pity
فَهَلْ مِنْ صَاحِبٍ يَرْثِي
لِمَاfor what أَلْقَىI suffer فَيَنْعَطِفُso he shows compassion
لِمَا أَلْقَى فَيَنْعَطِفُ
Is there, then, a friend who pities
Is there a friend who would eulogize
what I suffer, and turns to me in kindness?
What I face, and thus be swayed?
أَيَقْتُلُنِيwill it kill me? الْهَوَىlove ظُلْماًunjustly
أَيَقْتُلُنِي الْهَوَى ظُلْماً
وَمَاand there is no فِيamong النَّاسِhumankind لِيfor me خَلَفُsuccessor
وَمَا فِي النَّاسِ لِي خَلَفُ
Will love kill me unjustly,
Does love unjustly kill me
Though none among humankind can take my place?
When none among mankind is my heir?
وَهَبْنِيand suppose me فَارِسَa knight الْهَيْجاbattle
وَهَبْنِي فَارِسَ الْهَيْجا
ءِending of 'battle' أَغْشَاهَاI charge into it فَتَنْكَشِفُso it gives way
ءِ أَغْشَاهَا فَتَنْكَشِفُ
And grant that I am a knight of battle—
It has left me like a frenzied knight
I charge into it, and it gives way.
Whose reason has been overcast
أَلَيْسَis it not الْعِشْقُpassionate love سُلْطَاناًa sovereign
أَلَيْسَ الْعِشْقُ سُلْطَاناً
لَهُbefore him الأَكْوَانُthe worlds تَرْتَجِفُtremble
لَهُ الأَكْوَانُ تَرْتَجِفُ
Is love not a sovereign
Is not love an authority
before whom the worlds tremble?
Before which the cosmos trembles?
إِذَاif كَانَis الْهَوَىlove خَصْمِيmy adversary
إِذَا كَانَ الْهَوَى خَصْمِي
فَقُلْthen tell لِيto me كَيْفَhow أَنْتَصِفُI gain redress
فَقُلْ لِي كَيْفَ أَنْتَصِفُ
If love is my adversary,
If passion is my adversary
Then tell me: how can I gain redress?
Tell me, how can I get justice?
Sol 6.1